How can I explain my love for you?

I appeal to myself, to history and science, the religious and the shaman.

Can it be measured? Weighed..
Divined by the cosmos, God.

Should I seek out the great poets and bards? All words mere shadows.

Mystical, numinous, eternal…

Should I think of it as an affliction, an ailment in need of treatment.

A psychosis.

Impossible to quantify.

How do I explain, my love…

Not this nor that.

Miraculous, transcendent, celestial..

The essence of all creation.

What’s real can never be explained.

It only is.